Part 24 (1/2)

There was a pause. Then Harry continued. ”He's a friend of mine, a gentleman, and Aunt Marguerite likes him to stay.”

”Yes,” said Louise gravely. ”Aunt Marguerite seems to like him.”

”And so do you, only you're such a precious coquette.”

Louise raised her eyebrows. This was news to her, but she said nothing.

”The more any one sees of Pradelle the more one likes him. Deal nicer fellow than that Scotch prig Leslie.”

There was a slight flush on Louise Vine's face, but she did not speak, merely glanced at the clock.

”All right: I'm not going yet.”

Then, changing his manner--

”Oh, Lou, you can't think what a life it is,” he cried impetuously.

”Why, Harry, it ought to be a very pleasant one.”

”What, with your nose over an account book, and every time you happen to look up, old Crampton staring at you as much as to say, 'Why don't you go on?'”

”Never mind, dear. Try and think that it is for your good.”

”For my good!” he said with a mocking laugh.

”Yes, and to please father. Why, Harry dear, is it not something to have a chance to redeem your character?”

”Redeem my grandmother! I've never lost it. Why, Lou, it's too bad.

Here's father rich as a Jew, and Uncle Luke with no end of money.”

”Has he, Harry?” said Louise thoughtfully. ”Really I don't know.”

”I'm sure he has--lots. A jolly old miser, and no one to leave it to; and I don't see then why I should be ground down to work like an errand-boy.”

”Don't make a sentimental grievance of it, dear, but go and do your duty like a man.”

”If I do my duty like a man I shall go and try to recover the French estates which my father neglects.”

”No, don't do that, dear; go and get my old school spelling-book and read the fable of the dog and the shadow.”

”There you go, sneering again. You women can't understand a fellow.

Here am I worried to death for money, and have to drudge as old Van Heldre's clerk.”

”Worried for money, Harry? What nonsense!”

”I am. You don't know. I say, Lou dear.”

”Now, Harry! you will be so late.”